I done came up (yuh, ooh) Bustin' down a whole bag (bag) Broke nigga, step back (for what?) Why don't you peep a nigga's swag? (Yuh) Ain't even gotta ask (for what?) What are those? What is that? (Yuh) Please, don't touch my Raf (please don't touch my Raf) Please, don't touch my Raf (for what?) I'm racked up, like rappers I'm Raf'd up on camera Get knocked out on camera Squeeze pump, like asthma It's rare Raf, when I wear Raf Bare Raf, when I wear Raf Might invest into some Raf shares Lil' niggas still share Raf Yeah and I'm drippin' on racks Rick Owens be the tag Do the digital dash Yeah, I'm boastin', never brag Please, don't touch my Raf Bought a Kris Van Assche Alessandro Gucci glasses J.w. Anderson collab Yeah, she pop it like a Mac Yeah, she drop it on the bag I'ma buy another bag 'Cause she always bring it back Yeah, you know how to make it last Plus, a nigga keepin' tabs I'ma fly first class Quavo hit 'em with the dab Please, don't touch my Raf Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (yah, Raf) Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (uh, Raf) Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (ooh) Do you know how much I'm spendin'? (Huh, ooh) My closet it worth 'bout a milli' (milli', yeah, yeah) Took the lil' bitch out the runway (yah, uh) Now she naked in the kitchen (uh) Raf Simons (ayy) All kind of crazy colors (ayy, ayy) Livin' color (colors) Left wrist, Rollie butters (ice) Maison Margiela my sweater (Margiela) Mama told me never settle (mama) Raf Simons, don't lace 'em (it's Raf) Got your bitch wanna date him (ooh) Huh? What? Don't want 'em talkin' 'bout the paper I swear to God these niggas be haters (yah) They be hatin', I feel all the vapors Live in cul-de-sac, gon' get that lawn Ooh, right with my neighbors (yeah) Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on Now Atlanta got all different flavors Hit that bitch right on with my lightsaber Ooh, feel like Darth Vader I'm a boss, so you know, I might Wraith you Ooh, Raf in my basement (yeah) Yeah, pass the gas Bet you know, that I'm gon' face it Wait, that's the reason that they mad 'Cause Lil Uzi, yeah, he made it, yeah I wore that Raf, 'fore I made it, yeah I wore that Raf, 'fore I made it, yeah Got that Raf all in my basement, yeah Fuck your bitch once, ain't got patience, yeah (yeah) Fuck your bitch once, 'cause I'm famous, yeah Put my side bitch in Marc Jacobs, ayy Makin' them plays with my label I get it, I count it, hundred on my table (yeah) We gon' need a bigger table, though Need some cable, tired of watchin' basic Wouldn't sign ya, if I had a label That designer on a nigga label fuego Down the bottle, still under the limit I could buy your bitch, just off my debit I could buy her, not fuck up my credit Ain't no executives, flexin' my blessings Ain't no middleman, cut in my blessings I got all of this flick for the Lord's worship You ain't slammin', got the Asperger's I'ma drag that nigga, he deserve it I'ma read his ass like a LaBeija Anna Wintour cool with my mama And it's winter, fool, need a bomber Plate of ravioli at Obama's, right, right, right (Can't you see I'm eating what's poppin'?) Mix the ravioli, stuffed with diamonds, right, right? (We don't have the same problems) I get Raf Simons, 'cause I'm gifted That means, sometimes they give it and don't even want it Give Raf Simons, when I'm giftin' That means sometimes I give it, you know that you want it Sterling silver lasers (yessir) Rubies red, my skin too black to blush This bitch too rare to bust Seen her in the iPhone pages This ain't on the Gram, Wizard of OZ Parka pockets full of mint leave Guap is smelling like it brush teeth Say cheese, see the porcelain Sand and water, see swordfish Backwoods all forestry Raf draggin' on the Floor, bitch Flame thrower in it, in it I'm torchin' the road in these Gucci flames Stuck to the pavement, they glued I'm two-point-five million a venue And twenty-five hundred a tooth I'm coatin' my lungs in the muddy I'm cold like I'm sick with the flu I cover my face and I'm bloody That Spring/Summer 2002 Two, two, two, two, yeah Please, don't touch my Raf Sleep in the grass, Teddy Sleep with the Teddy Quick with the hands, ready Please, don't touch my bag Please, don't touch my Raf Shirt off, I'm cam ready Deadstock in memory Please, don't pop my tag
Written by: Christopher Edwin Breaux, David Maximillian Cunningham, Jordan Carter, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Rakim Mayers, Symere Woods
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